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A Heaven Without Fauna
'Tis said that only humans have been blessed with a soul
And we refer to them as dumb creatures the dog and bird and cat and foal
But heaven without birds, fish, insects and animals would seem a lonely place
No young lambs in the Springtime in sunlit fields to sport and race.
A World without bird song a strange thought that does seem
No dipper in the Highlands for to sing in the stream
For birds supposedly souless are dead forever more
No second chance of life for them beyond this Earthly shore.
No wombat, roo or elephant no rabbit, mouse or hare
No moose or fox or bison no polar or grizzly bear
No cat of any description no bird or beast of prey
The creatures who are souless on Earth condemned to stay.
'Tis said that only humans a living soul possess
And for the good the promise of an afterlife of happiness
And that non human life is souless believe that if you may
A Heaven without fauna on Earth I'd rather stay.
Francis Duggan
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A Hobby To Their Kind
My inspiration well it seems is running dry
And Poesy of late she keeps passing me by
And though I never did pen what you would call good stuff
My writing efforts as I age becoming more rough.
For more than three decades addicted to rhyme
To many that would seem a huge waste of time
Since they only ask you how much you get paid
And for penning your rhymes how much money you've made.
When you say you only write for a hobby they don't seem impressed
And in you they quickly seem to lose interest
How much money you earn to them only count
As a hobby to their kind to nothing amount.
A hobby to their kind is time spent in the pub
Or a few drinks with their mates at their local bowls club
And if you tell them for a hobby that you paint or write
They look at you as if you are not quite right.
Francis Duggan
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A Holy Person
In her lounge room she has a small altar where she often kneels for to pray
To God and his Saints and his Angels she prays for to join them one day
Unmarried and pure in her seventies her wavy hair is silver gray
Her life to her God is devoted unmarried and pure she will stay
Till the Reaper will claim the life from her the one who claims the life of all
His scythe always quite sharp and ready and to him every life form does fall
In her prime she was quite a beauty still a good looking woman today
She never fell in love or had a lover to God alone homage she does pay
She is in the Church every sunday in the Church choir she does sing
To her God she is truly devoted and such devotion is a beautiful thing
She is such a beautiful person and she has such a beautiful smile
A holy and down to earth person untainted by conceit or guile
True to her higher self she leads by good example a woman who believes in prayer
She is true to what she believes in and people like her are so rare.
Francis Duggan
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A Homesick Refugee
So tall dark and lean looking and so light on his feet
One must feel were he so inclined he would make a great athlete
But in his mid to late thirties he's past his physical prime
And he like all the rest of us is losing out to time.
Homesickness it is hard to cure and harder to disguise
He has the look of sadness in his sad looking brown eyes
He fled from persecution from a Land beyond the sea
And he arrived here in a crowded boat this poor sad refugee.
To feel Homesick for your Homeland is such a natural thing
But unlike the migrant swallow he can't go home for the Spring
Fear for his life that brought him here and here he's destined to stay
And here in the Homeland of the roo perhaps his bones will lay.
So many more are like him in the bigger World out there
People who want to stay at home but are forced to live elsewhere
To be different in his Homeland is a punishable crime
And why say he is lucky if he feels homesick most of the time.
So tall and athletic looking the tribesman from far away
'Twas circumstance that brought him here in that he had no say
At least of the fear of persecution he now is living free
But one can only feel for him a homesick refugee.
Francis Duggan
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